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valentines in the garden of good and evil
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valentines in the garden of good and evil In the beginning, he treated her with a certain deference, opening doors, helping her with her coat. As time passed, so did these signs of kindness, respect. He would always check to make sure she made it home safely from work. Now days would pass without a call. She knew that her position had altered but had little idea what had precipitated the change. When he called and asked if she would meet him for dinner on a Tuesday, she hesitated. It was difficult for her to arrange her week nights to accommodate evening engagements. Her silence was a bit too long. "I am not asking, chere. I need you to meet me at 7:00. I will expect you there." The call cut off, leaving her without recourse. She would meet him, there was nothing else to do. As she planned, she allowed herself to wonder if this was the last time she would see him, if this meeting was simply a formality. She took care with preparation, dressing simply but with an eye for detail, knowing what he preferred. Her hair was perfection, so rarely the case and she smiled a bit that for once it had allowed her to win. Makeup that appeared to not be there at all, an aubergine shawl over a black dress that fell to her calf, a small guarantee held in her garter, nothing in her hands. She stood by the maître d’s station, her head raised, arms to her sides. Recognizing her, he led her to the table in the corner, beckoning a waiter who moved off quietly. Within a few minutes she had a glass of sauvignon blanc in front of her to run her fingers over restlessly though she never raised it to her lips. Time passes in odd ways when waiting. Sometimes in fits and starts, other times it seems to stand quite still only later do you realize that a piece has gone missing without notice. Tonight, an endless string of seconds, dripping water on a tin plate, inexorable, endless, her nerves pulling tighter with each plink. When his hand slipped onto her shoulder, she nearly flinched. His dark eyes opened wide then shuttered. She rarely showed any sign of overt emotion in public. The waiter arrived promptly with his drink, hesitated, left. “You must be wondering what is happening.” Tilting her head, she simply watched his face for clues, her face receptive. It is difficult to be a vessel, no? To be the one who waits to be filled, the one who loves more. And yet the one who knows more, to be the one who can see it all. “please, before you say anything, I have something I must tell you” The waiter returned with more drinks, blinis, caviar. As he vanished yet again, she stood, went to his side. Whispered in his ear. His head flew back, eyes searching hers. Truth is always so disconcerting. As she took her seat, he downed his drink, she reached for a blini, suddenly hungry. His hand dropped to the bag. She watched as he reached inside. Her hand slid up to her thigh. He placed a tiny box on the table. His laughter was deep. She stared at him. You cannot conceive the many without the one. |
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[image] You cannot conceive the many without the one.
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I love this. The anticipation. The wondering what she whispered. The curiosity...what was the surprise? Lovely.  "Sometimes the most productive thing you can do is relax." – Mark Black
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Happy V Day WE  I wasn't expecting that  Love the Meme  Visit my Blog Older but no Wiser and find out more
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And now for the rest of the story???
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This is wonderful, got to love the thrill and anticipation of an evening like this..Happy Valentines Day hun.. Seduce the mind and see what a wonderful adventure the body will take you on.. 
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Mmmmmmmmmmmmm delicious
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Love this one Happy Valentine’s Day to you hugs V Now you have me wanting more ty Become a blog watcher sweet_vm
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It is difficult to be a vessel, no? To be the one who waits to be filled, the one who loves more. And yet the one who knows more, to be the one who can see it all. Stunning. <3 Age cannot wither her, nor custom stale Her infinite variety. Other women cloy The appetites they feed, but she makes hungry Where most she satisfies. For vilest things Become themselves in her, that the holy priests Bless her when she is riggish. ~~ from Antony & Cleopatra
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Marvellous as ever McW, such a cliff hanger too.........sigue, por fa'!!
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